Although Xuanyang and Jiang Yizhuo didn't know why their master didn't let them take action, they didn't dare to disobey the latter and could only stay with Ancestor Mingyuan honestly, standing straight.
Because the two of them really excelled just now, the people around them couldn't help but start talking to them. The two of them secretly caught a glimpse of Mingyuan Ancestor who was watching the fight in the distance and nodded slightly, and then started talking to the people around him with relief.
The group of people who were in a stalemate with the withered old immortal had been fighting fiercely from day to night, and they all looked tired. On the other hand, the withered old immortal was still staring with two golden leopard eyes, barking energetically.
The night wind blew up suddenly, stirring up the dark clouds in the sky, causing the light on the ground to fade in and out, and everything in front of me became blurry and unclear.
Suddenly, a huge black cloth suddenly gathered in the sky, instantly covering the world in darkness.
"Ouch! One of our own!"
"stop!"
Because of the sudden loss of light, the crowd became blind. They instantly changed from active to passive. In the end, they had no choice but to retreat first.
But just as everyone exited the circle, a figure went in the opposite direction and struck directly in front of the withered old immortal with a ray of green light. Although everyone couldn't see the figure clearly, they could see an extremely eye-catching green gourd accompanying them, so they naturally guessed that the person was the Ancestor Mingyuan.
The green gourd swayed seemingly inconspicuously, but the withered old immortal was forced to retreat for the first time, and the two of them escaped into the shadow of the ground one after the other.
"Withered Old Immortal, what's going on?" Ancestor Mingyuan asked hurriedly as soon as he chased him into the darkness.
The withered old immortal explained with helplessness on his face, saying that he didn't know what was going on. The process of all the monster beasts accumulating life was very smooth, and no matter what method he tried, he could not enter the Five Elements Cauldron.
Ancestor Mingyuan was a little surprised when he heard this. He had never thought that such a situation would happen. However, at this time, the black clouds above the head were about to disperse, and it was no longer possible to take the withered old immortal back to the cave to find a solution, but the ancestor Mingyuan really couldn't bear to break his oath, and he became anxious in his heart.
Just when the black clouds were about to dissipate, Ancestor Mingyuan's eyes suddenly fell on the black sword of the withered old immortal, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Withered old immortal, I remember you said that this black sword of yours is used. Is it really made of meteorite iron?"
When the withered old immortal heard this, his face suddenly became proud, he raised his black knife and started to scream.
Ancestor Mingyuan was speechless, thinking that this withered old immortal was really free and easy-going, and even at the moment when his life was at stake, he still wanted to show off this black sword to him, so he hurriedly stopped his nonsense.
"Listen to me...it will be like this...and so...do you remember?" Seeing that the surrounding land was once again covered with silvery light, and when the shadows dissipated, he could no longer hide, and Mingyuan Ancestor also I can only hastily arrange a few sentences.
The withered old immortal knew that Ancestor Mingyuan was thinking about himself, so he agreed with a firm face, then twisted his feet and ran away behind him.
The group of onlookers outside watched a demonic beast disappear into the darkness alone and became silent. They were surprised in their hearts when they saw the demonic beast suddenly appear from the shadows, especially its frightened appearance, as if it was hiding from something.
Immediately afterwards, they saw the green gourd in the hand of Ancestor Mingyuan glow with red light, causing the whole body of the withered old immortal who was fleeing in front to burn, and they secretly cheered!
Ancestor Mingyuan secretly winked at the withered old immortal, and the latter poured his soul into the black ancient sword in his hand without hesitation.
Ancestor Mingyuan shouted low, and then he saw the faint red light on the gourd suddenly turned into a red sun, illuminating everyone so hard that they could no longer open their eyes. The withered old immortal got the opportunity and shot the black knife into the darkness, and then his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and was sucked into the gourd.
Because the consciousness of these monsters had long been left in the Five Elements Cauldron, they had all been controlled by the withered old immortal just now. At this time, the withered old immortal's soul dissipated, and they were left without a master, and they dispersed like birds and beasts.
The biggest trouble has been solved, and the treasures in the Immortal Mansion have become ownerless. They turned a group of immortal people into robbers and bandits, and in a short period of time they plundered all the treasures that the withered old immortal had accumulated for 3,700 years.
Although Patriarch Mingyuan has hidden his light for the Five Elements Cauldron, he is still worried about where it will go.
But just as he was looking into the distance, a faint whisper came to his ears: "Gongliang Mingyuan, leave this Five Elements Cauldron to me." Looking forward again, he saw something appearing in the darkness in the distance. A figure of a man in white clothes appeared.
Ancestor Mingyuan frowned when he heard this. The man in white was in the direction where the black ancient sword disappeared, but he didn't notice the presence of anyone there! Especially since this man in white could call him by his full name, he seemed to know him very well.
"Who are you?" Mingyuan Ancestor heard this and also sent a message back into the secret.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that maybe I have a way to solve this catastrophe."
Although the voice of the man in white was delicate, it was like a thunderclap in the mouth of Ancestor Mingyuan. The person's soft and confident tone made him feel convinced, and he felt that the person who came had extraordinary strength.
He squeezed the gourd in his hand and turned around to leave without hesitation...
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Jade Pot Sect, on the east peak, a group of Jade Pot Sect disciples were gathering around and talking about something, and the person surrounded in the middle looked very familiar.
"Junior brother Yunlang, I didn't expect you to be so powerful! We senior brothers are really ashamed!"
"That is to say, I think the position of East Peak Peak Master belongs to you."
Everyone praised a man with gray hair and beard in the middle, but the man just looked humble and replied calmly: "Senior brother, you are too complimentary! Yunlang could not be where he is today without the cultivation of the elders and the help of all the senior brothers. If it were not for all the senior brothers, How can I be more humble and humble to the younger generation, so how can I be able to outdo all my senior fellow apprentices?"
The person speaking was none other than Lang Yun. It had been more than twenty years since he joined the Yuhu Sect, but in his prime, he looked much older than his peers. Even so, because of his refined appearance, he added a sense of superiority.
"Hahaha, Junior Brother Yunlang is not only talented and virtuous, he is also humble! He is truly a role model among his peers!" At first, the senior brother was so praised by Yunlang that he was very impressed and couldn't help but say one more thing. .
"Junior Brother Yunlang is indeed the best among his peers, but when it comes to role models... I think there is someone else!" Another senior brother heard this and shook his head.
"Oh?" The senior brother was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly realized: "I remember it! You are talking about that Lu Chun, right?"
"That's right! I think back when Lu Chungang joined the Yuhu Sect, his qualifications were mediocre and there was nothing redeeming about him. To put it bluntly, he was not even worthy of being sent to work as a handyman! But his character was extraordinarily tenacious, and he gritted his teeth and persisted. After graduation, he mastered all the medical techniques of the Yuhu Sect in just a few years, which is really impressive!"
"That's right! If it were me, it would be impossible to memorize all the medical skills in such a short time!" Someone next to him echoed.
"And as far as I know... this Lu Chun once received the attention of the North Peak Master and was taught the art of earth art in private! Moreover, he is very talented in earth art, and it didn't take long for him to use the art of wood art very well. Skilled! If the master of the West Peak hadn't refused to hand Lu Chun over to the North Peak no matter what, I'm afraid the master of the North Peak would have to be him!"
"I've heard about this too! But it's a pity that Lu Chun seems to have a weird personality and doesn't like to socialize with others, otherwise he would be the candidate with the best chance of succeeding as the master of the West Peak!"
"It's indeed a pity..." There was another conversation all around.
These words were just gossip in other people's mouths, but in Lang Yun's ears they were as harsh as needles, and his face gradually became ugly, and he didn't want to stay any longer.
"Senior brother, Yun Lang suddenly remembered that some matters that the elders told him have not yet been dealt with, so he can only apologize and take the first step..." Lang Yun forced out a smile and said goodbye.
"Brother Yunlang really cares about the sect all the time! The future master of the East Peak does not need to be polite to us, just go ahead!" The senior brother joked, then turned around and continued the previous topic...
"Speaking of Beifeng, didn't you finally receive a disciple before? You are well-informed, do you know what his strength is?"
"This matter is very hidden, and I don't know much about it... But as far as I know, he seems to be very good at the Fire Technique!"
"Huh? According to what you say...if Lu Chun is exchanged for this disciple, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
"It's easy to put it! Do you think that with the iron-rooster character of the West Peak Master, he would be willing to sacrifice his love to dedicate Lu Chun? And I also heard... Although the West Peak Master did not reuse Lu Chun on the surface because of his incompatible personality. , but in fact, it has been arranged for him to be the candidate for the master of the West Peak..."
"Who did you hear these things from? Why don't I know anything about it?"
"Hey! I know a lot of things. I also heard..."
After leaving the chattering people, Lang Yun's ears finally calmed down, and his depressed mood calmed down a lot.
"Lü Chun! If I hadn't brought you to the Jade Pot Sect, how could you have achieved this? But don't worry! As long as I become the master of the East Peak and get the news about the Five Elements Cauldron before you do, Yu There will no longer be a place for you in the Hu Zong!" Lang Yun stood at the entrance of a cave on the mountain wall, looking towards the west peak with sinister eyes, his fists clenched loudly, and he gritted his teeth.
"And you, Lin Zidai! If you let me know that you are nosy again... I won't mind digging out your eyes again..." After saying this, Lang Yun sneered, and then climbed up the mountain wall. Go up and disappear in front of the cave entrance.
In the cave, there was a figure leaning half against the stone wall. He had thick eyebrows and a black beard. It was Lin Zidai who took the initiative to become a handyman disciple.
It's just that the Lin Zidai in front of him is in a miserable shape, and there is no trace of high spirits at all. Under his blue robe, which was stained purple and black by blood, several hideous scars were faintly visible all over his body.
In the dim light, it was vaguely visible that his hand tendons and hamstrings had been severed, and the wounds were covered with thick dark black blood scabs.
Among the dark red blood on the ground, there was a palm-sized spot that stood out clearly. What was inside may have once been a flying bird, but it had been trampled to death and twisted into several pieces, making it difficult to distinguish its original appearance.
Everything in front of me seemed to be still, except for the cloth strips on the bird's legs that were still ticking.
Looking towards the entrance of the cave where the figure had disappeared, Lin Zidai suddenly had a meaningful smile on his lips...
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